day 18

Today another bad news hit me from Italy. Just three days after I lost my grandpa last night also my dear grandmother, from my father's side, passed away.

It's Saturday and there's no school, so no kids to keep me busy, so all I have are my memories. 

We had a special bond and we'll always have it. She wasn't lucid and she couldn't talk anymore in her last moments, but I remember her as a strong woman who was also really kind and tender.

Luckily before leaving Italy I went to visit her. I also took some pictures together with her. When I think about that moment, I'm kind of sure she knew it was our last meeting. I want to believe she was still able to recognize me: she gave a smile that was way deeper than what her lips were really showing, she took my hand and she kissed it giving me one last moment of her grandmotherly tenderness and affection.

Now I cannot hold her hand anymore, but I'm lifting mine in the direction of the sky, sure that she can still feel my love for her.

Ciao nonna Lalle (Goodbye grandma Lalle).